They had yet to fill in the spaces between the two rails with brushwood and saplings, but that would be done in the morning. Thorn called a halt to their work as the shadows lengthened across the small camp, and the crew set about building small individual shelters for the night, using cut branches to form frameworks and covering them with canvas from the ship. Edvin and Ingvar built a fireplace for a cook fire. Edvin hung a small cauldron from an iron triangle, placing it so that the iron cook pot hung low over the fire. Stefan walked thigh deep into the waters of the bay and began casting a fishing line into the choppy waves. He’d cut a whippy rod from a grove of willows in the inlet and had a selection of lures hooked into his vest, trying them one after another to find one that might appeal to the local fish. “Where did they come from?” Stig asked idly. Hal, now awake and refreshed after the first deep, uninterrupted sleep he’d enjoyed in weeks, nursed a cup of coffee—luckily they had a good supply after their stop in Hibernia.
